The Time Machine

It is interesting to re-discover the exquisite anguish presented by wells in the Time Machine. You could read the strange evolutionary theory presented by him in his bifurcation of the human race and be left underwhelmed. You could analyze the cheap psychologist tricks surrounding the mind of the time traveller, close the book and forget about the story.

His true genius comes at the closing pages of the book, when our time traveller decides to go to the edge of the world and discover the solitude of the being in the last sunset.

In this Wells followed Nietzsche and prophesied Sartre.

About facts and truth.

It isn’t the existence of facts, but the act of equating facts with truth, that undermines our capacity for wisdom.

God

She was here
and I was God

in a temple made of stone and silence
after the noise of the streets
of the cities
of the gestures

the silence
was like a prayer
in bed
between her legs

and the night
a sacrifice
in an altar made by men

to worship me

God in her arms
in her silence.

Absence

If you read this
away lost distant
know these are not words
but a soul
away
distant
lost too
near you
in your dreams of open windows
of free worlds
of absence
of laughing children in the shores
and smell of sand and ocean.

Today
now
touch this sentences
knowthat before writing to you
I was a blank page too
empty

and you come
in white memories
like breathing space
and make prose.

Not enough time has passed

this little poem
will lastuntil you open the door
saying my name
and open the windows of my body

arriving fresh
like wind
at night.